The camassias in the mint and sage along the walnut path have come up again this year. That’s a delight.
Some you know well. Others are making their first appearance.
I let the poppies self seed in the potager; they are great bee magnets. And the deep red is so satisfying in among the green of the lettuce.
The new arrivals are long awaited. Leslie gave me these phlomis russeliana plants two years ago. And I planted them in the terrace bank to see how they would do.
They did nothing. They sulked. Well, so would you if you were deprived of attention, water, soil and all the other fripperies most plants crave.
Plants on the terrace bank have to fight it out. It toughens them up.
Leslie’s other contribution are these orange lilies. Lilium pumilum. My extravagant birthday presents from last year.
I had to check the spelling. And try and ignore the vivid red varieties which appear on the internet. I have fifty of these fantastic bulbs. In pots. (Mole rat deterrent.) And they don’t seem to have suffered the ill effects of being confined.
These ones are in the herb garden. But you can see them peeping out of the step garden, the edge of the potager and even in the depths of the shade garden.
And while I’m distracting you with the vivid coloured ones, I will quietly slip in the detail of the cistus that is currently dazzling the rest of the shrubs in the barn garden.
Oh my. That is one shocking pink colour.
I need to give it a really hard prune once these flowers are over. Usually it is an ephemeral display and I can breathe a sigh of relief and get on with enjoying the rather sensible green of the leaves for another year.
But this hot dry weather seems to suit them perfectly. There is just no sign of them fading just yet. Alas.